It’s not over until until you’re dead, and even that is debatable.
I have 2 sons, one who is 3 1/2, has autism, and doesn’t speak. The other is 1 1/2 and is just starting to speak. Like usual, I have no idea what I’m doing, not to mention even more difficulties than just standard parenting (I never had and don’t have parents to learn from on top of it all). I feel overwhelmed ALL of the time. I’m a huge dreamer too unfortunately and am in a pretty constant state of suffering (though it’s mine and I try not to burden others with it). I can feel your pain.
Going back to the first sentence I said. I choose to never give up because the alternative sucks.
But, rather than killing myself trying to bend the world around me, I try to adapt myself and my changing situation as best as I can to my circumstances.
I weave through my life generally heading the direction that looks brightest to me (always revolving around music and things related to it, it seems).
When I can’t work directly on music I try to do whatever I can. Maybe I read something, or contemplate ideas. I analyze music or sounds I like while driving my son to ABA therapy 2 hours a day.
One thing I’ve learned about having kids in my short time is that nothing stays the same for long. Even though they need constant care it becomes less as they get older. I know eventually they’ll want to do their own things and I will have time to focus on things I want to work on. I will miss things that drive me crazy right now.
My time now can be used to figure out what I actually want to do next. It’s always changing and I’m always trying to figure out how to be happy with what “is” as well as what could be.
There’s a saying: “Life is what happens when you’re making plans.” It’s really easy to forget that every 5 minutes or so. Just bend and move in the general direction of what you want until a path becomes visible that makes sense to you.
Try to remember that there is more to life than that one goal. Don’t let it eat you alive, but don’t give up on it either.